"Sit." Approaching the room, Zuta sat down with a golden sword, and stretched out his hand to signal Jonah to sit opposite, "Last time you asked me if I knew Jekong, sorry, I lied because I didn't want to mention this past. "Now, if you're willing to listen, I'll tell you the truth." ”

"Of course!" the astrologer nodded vigorously.

"How many years?" Shadow Garan pressed the hilt of his sword, a nostalgic expression appeared on his face, "Since the time I entered the temple, Yakong and I have been advancing and retreating together, and we are a pair of sword-wielding Garans who are each other's faces. ”

According to the "Seven Buddhas and Eight Bodhisattvas Said the Great Dharani Divine Mantra", there are a total of 18 people who protect the Sangha Garan: one Meiyin, two Sanskrit sounds, three heavenly drums, four sighs, five sighs, six Mo Miao, seven thunder sounds, eight masters, nine wonderful sighs, ten Brahmanas, eleven voices, twelve Buddha slaves, thirteen songs, fourteen wide eyes, fifteen wonderful eyes, sixteen thorough hearings, seventeen thorough sights, and eighteen pervasive sights. Located just outside the city of Maharaja, the temple actually has 36 guardian garans, each of whom bears the name of a garan, and most of these warriors who practice the secret art of the Nine Lights are orphans adopted by the temple, working in groups of two, who have undergone rigorous training since childhood.

When he was twelve years old, the superintendent conferred on them the name "Brahman", and the two teenagers were officially ranked among the eighteen garans. In terms of duties, Jekon is the sword-wielding Garan who is responsible for guarding, guarding, and defending, while Zuta is the Shadow Garan who is responsible for assassination, infiltration, and ambush. The two of them practiced the same secret technique of "Nine Lights", but one was born with a golden red Buddha light that was full of righteousness, and the other had a cold and attacking blue dark fire.

In peacetime, there was no lack of evil demons and foreign harassment, and the two grew up slowly in the battle day after day, and suddenly overnight, countless earth-colored pagan flags were erected in the eastern desert of the Buddha country, the Buddha statue collapsed, the temple was on fire, and the war began. "I'm going to war. "Jekong knelt down in front of the hall of the Mahavira and prayed to the superintendent to remove him from his status as a sword-bearer, the guerrillas were about to be launched, the warriors who had abandoned their worldly status were waiting for their last help, and the swords used to defend the Buddha were trembling and thirsting for the blood of the enemy.

"I'm not allowed. The temple supervisor coldly rejected his request, "You are a 'Brahman', how can you join the army with the sword of the Great Prajna Temple? ”

"If I don't go to war, if you don't go to war, if he doesn't go to war, blood will flow, temples will collapse, and Buddhas will perish!" Jekong raised his head, his slender gray eyes burning with bloodthirsty impulses.

"The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and destruction, and the death of life is the joy. The superintendent replied with a blank face, "Nothing in the world can live forever without destruction, and all living will perish, so only by transcending this world of birth and destruction can we attain the truth of silence." Do you understand?"

"I, I don't understand......" Jeko's red hair trembled like flames.

At this time, a thin and emaciated figure appeared on the steps of the main hall, describing the withered Venerable Gao Wusha as looking down at the red-haired Garan with cloudy and dull eyes. In the seven hundred years since the temple was founded, countless amazing martial arts geniuses have emerged, but none of them have such a delicate and clear natural understanding as Yakong, and at the age of only fifteen, he learned the most powerful secret mantra of the first chapter of the Nine Lights, "Samaya Sanhua", and began to practice the difficult content of the second chapter,—— which was a realm that could only be reached after the age of thirty. Although the Shadow Zuta behind him is also a rare genius warrior, he was called the "red-haired Shura" with Yakong when he was a teenager, but as he grew older, the light on Shadow Garan's body has been completely covered by Yakong, and he has truly become a shadow hidden in the shadows. At this time, Zuta was standing behind the pillars of the side hall, feeling and watching the man kneeling on the ground in the center of the square.

"Guru......" Jekon buried his head lower.

"Wow...... Go ahead. Venerable Gaowusha spoke.

"What?" the temple supervisor opened his mouth in disbelief, "Venerable, what did you say?"

"That's his practice. The old monk gently pointed to the sword-wielding Garan under the twenty-eight steps with his fingers, "Born and entered the world is Zen, even the national teacher Shali Dingsheng said goodbye to the emperor and joined the guerrilla group, what are you still entangled in?"

The temple supervisor's figure trembled: "Master Kshari is a cultivator of scripture debate, and he doesn't have any fighting power, wouldn't it be ...... to participate in the war?"

The Venerable Gowusha slowly descended the steps to Jekong's side and lifted the sword-wielding Garan with one finger. "Go ahead. He repeated, "Go now, don't let them wait, it's not important to have morning and evening classes, remember to eat on time, don't damage your body." ”

"Master!" Yekong's knees were lifted off the ground, but his body was lit with a golden red flame, and his knees slammed into the green bricks, "I'm leaving!" After the last bowing ceremony, Garan, who had abandoned the name of "Brahman", slowly stood up, and his body flew like an arrow to the ground, shooting in the direction of the main gate of the Great Prajna Temple.

The temple supervisor muttered: "What you do is extraordinary, it is said that the Dharma rises and falls, and the husband lives and dies, and this destruction is a happy ......."

"Hey, you didn't understand, and he didn't understand either. Venerable Gao Wusha pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a vague smile, and disappeared into the main hall.

"Jonah. ”

"Huh?"

Zuta suddenly interrupted the narration, groped out a furry thing from his bosom and handed it over, and the astrologer took the little mouse with red eyes, white hair, and long tail without knowing it, and then suddenly realized: "This is the Punjab beast spirit?"

"Yes, you can see for yourself what happens next. That was the last time I saw Jekong, but the two of us were sword-wielding Garans on the surface of each other, and even if we were far apart, we would never be bound by fate, you see. With that, Zuta rolled up his sleeves, and a bright red wound appeared on his arm, fresh and deep, but no blood flowed. "My injuries will be on Jekong, and the attacks he will be on me. I don't know where he is now, but the scars on his body prove that he is still alive. Yakon is fighting for something somewhere, and this pain makes me feel very relieved. Before the words fell, another knife wound suddenly appeared on the arm, and Ying Garan's brow furrowed slightly, but her expression gradually relaxed.

Holding the little white mouse in his hand, Jonah thought for a moment and said, "That is, there is a symbiotic contract between you, right? You actually share the life force, just like me and the little monster." ”

"That's right, one day more than a month ago, this guy went crazy and overdrew his vitality, and almost used up my strength, he must have encountered a strong enemy. Zuta dropped a sentence and got up and walked out of the house, "I've activated the playback function of the Punjab beast spirit with the secret text, and you can see the footage it recorded as long as you hold it to your forehead." We're just outside, that's all. ”

The tall red-haired warrior rumbled out of the room, and the door slammed shut.

The 17-year-old took a deep breath and placed the little white mouse flat on his forehead. "Ahh

I don't know how long it took, the five senses gradually recovered, the ethereal smell of sandalwood reached the end of the nose, the air was scorching, the bright red sun hung high in the sky, and the blue stone of the Great Prajna Temple was under his feet. Jonah found himself observing the world from Zuta's point of view, and Shadowalan's tall stature and sharp eyesight made him uncomfortable, like a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant.

The long knife was slowly unsheathed, and the bright blade was shining in the sunlight. He was standing in the middle of the square, surrounded by majestic buildings,—— It turns out that this is the true appearance of the Great Prajna Temple before the collapse, there is an ivory-white pagoda hidden in the pavilion, the golden glazed tiles are shining, the eaves are carved with exquisite monsters, even the steps are made of white jade, the wind chimes jingle, the doves fly far away in the clear blue sky, there is a high tower into the clouds at the end of the countless buildings on the other side of the sky, the thirty-six layers of exquisite floating pictures hold up the ancient bronze bell, the east wind blows the cable, the stout bell giant wood gently sways, and the buzzing low sound plays on the surface of the big clock.

"Jekong, you can't go. The tip of his knife hung down to the ground, and the sonorous sound was sharper than that of a long knife." I'm sorry. The red-haired sword-wielding Garan stood opposite, a tall and thin figure bowing his head, "I understand that I am a traitor to the temple of Pranya, please forgive me, this is a war." - Do you know what war is?"

Ying Garan said in a deep voice: "You are wrong! Your body, mind, blood, and flesh all belong to the Great Prajna Temple, and your present life, future life, and 108,000 reincarnations are all karmic arrangements, no matter how the situation changes, you must advance and retreat together with the Great Prajna Temple!

Jekon raised his head, and his gray eyes showed no joy or sorrow under his scattered red hair: "You were wrong this time, my brother." Is your avenue to guard this cold temple?" he stomped his foot slightly, and the cyan stone "snapped" to open cracks like cobwebs, "This is a dead thing, Zuta, the most important thing is to live!"

"You're trampling on the name of Garan, trampling on the prestige of 'Brahman', Jekong!" Zuta began to burn with a blue-blue karmic fire.

"I'm sorry, but that's all for now. After I'm gone, maybe you can walk into the sun and let go of your cold obsessions. Look, how warm the sun is. Jekong slowly drew his long knife and looked up at the sun with squinting eyes.

"You don't know what the outside world is like, Yakong, we've grown up here, it's our home, our stage, our world!" the tip of Zuta's knife slowly lifted.

"Fight, my brother. Jerkon suddenly sped up and came with the sound of a clear knife.